The Thrill Is Gone

I'm too tired to deceive you

We can't pretend there's nothing wrong

Who'll be first to say it?

That the thrill is gone

And we never get it back

When we talk of old acquaintance and

Speak like two strangers all day long

The only four words that I hear

Are: the thrill is gone

And we never get it back

When evening fall Magenta

And goodnight hangs on and on

I won't need to go to sleep and dream

To tell me

That the thrill is gone

And we never get it back